The idiom about the autumn scene in my hometown is 500 words in total to part.

Golden autumn is a fruitful season. My mother and I went back to my hometown to play.

The weather is so nice! The sky was blue and blue, with white clouds floating over my head. The wild geese lined up in a human shape, and then in a straight line. We laughed and watched along the way, and before we knew it, we came to an endless field with a harvest scene.

We were walking on the small road in our hometown and saw rows of trees on both sides of the road. Some of them had been changed into yellow clothes by Miss Qiu, and some had been changed into red clothes by Miss Qiu. A gust of wind blew, and the fallen leaves were flying in the forest like butterflies. There were a few naughty children rolling and somersaulting on the ground!

When we came to the cotton field, the white cotton blossoms couldn't wait to poke their heads out under the sunshine. The white cotton was particularly conspicuous, as if it had stopped on the branches as if there had been a blizzard. Some cottons are blooming, and some cottons are only a little bit white, as if they are coquettishly coquettish with their mother. The farmers were lining up in a line, picking cotton carefully, as if they were afraid that a cotton bud would fall in the field.

Going further, we came to a small winter melon field. Each winter melon was hanging on the melon vine. The melon vine was bent over with fatigue. The thin melon vines silently transported nutrients to the big winter melon. Nature is so amazing. I turned around and looked, haha! What a harvest scene. Big and red apples hang on the branches. Under the sunlight, they look like red lanterns. They are round and seem to be smiling at me!

My hometown in autumn is so charming. There are harvest scenes everywhere in front of me. I suddenly understood what spring flowers and autumn fruits are. I love the autumn in this hometown.